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Life in arcane sanctum Nov 19, 2008

Dwelling in the arcane world, they always try and hid before cruelty and severity of creepy masks,

Who is there to see those who are in sanctum of their own conscience ?

Folks everywhere are trying to comprehend on what they overlook , it's nothing but solely their own soul what they don't look inside, it's what they forget and neglect,

We all find solutions to overwhelming problems scattered everywhere not at the place problems are but where we think they are,

It's about who we take ourselves as and to what we see from the very end we are at,

The stage of world is a game intended very beautifully crafted to its very detail but why don't we see the beauty ?

The answer may be simple we don't want to see it,

To get ecstasy of being one we want we oversee what we are now and what we would be then,
Why don't we appreciate the threads which sewed our life with our soul, the energy we hold and what is that which is never told,

Allow the surroundings to cater you for and make it happen what you will through your connection to the source of intentions,

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Smugged mulls ( I am falling into it do you want to ? ) Nov 5, 2008

Daisies of smugged mulls growing and frowning on the fertile plains, on the sea of everlasting infectious trailing memoirs,

I am falling into the crater of smugged mulls,
there seems no end of this hasty traumatic bulls of turmoils,

Dulled out pages of historic times gone by,
they always demean the way of my inner noises,

I am falling behind and before the worldly race,
I am getting far far into territory of smugged mulls,

Angels told me once in dreams I had,
that I don't see what I am supposed to when I don't see I am not looking at what I was supposed to, and when I don't look at what I was to look upon it's too late to comprehend whether or not I perceived the right perception I was supposed to,

Demons get hold of me through rationalizing my spirit and taking my unsatisfied being into smugged mulls,
I tried and lied again, I got frighted and but fought again and again with venomous being commanding me my innocent faith, playing games being a satanic mate whom I hate,

Choler did I felt as he the evil inside me craved for animosity and wrath, It took me long for my forlornly feeble seed of righteousness to grow as I was mulling smugged feel,


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Hidden me my being Oct 16, 2008

Through all my life I kept something lingering in a corner of my mind my being,

I kept myself distanced from what I know as my vision my voice my soul my being,

I hid the treasures behind the irrational world, I kept apart my being,

I lied to myself and others for just the sake of bitter venom pinching me my being,

I kept running from myself my very own being,

I found I had made myself a riddle, a victom of self gorging psych, a question and
a person so not me at the place I never supposed to be,

I want to get out of all this from all those cold blue nights into the shining bright stars,
envisioning my real being,

I love the days when I finally get to sit with myself alone dreaming my own being,

I keep drowning in the hues and cries shouting within this is not me,
please set me free from this who I am not supposed to be,

I chose ways leading to nowhere near my needs my true self being,

I traded away my soul for bounties unsustaining, I dumped reality of my being for luxurious means,

I have taken it much now no more living a lie I want to be me and live my being...